I keep starting to write this ‘politely.’ Even now I’m dogged by that ‘good girl’ who squiggled herself into curlicues and fandangos in an attempt to be loved and respectable.What a waste of time!That only brought me a living death where my wildness, my passion, my...

Once upon a time, in my twenties plus, I played respectable suburban wife and mother, chair of the Parents Association, ran an organisational service for small businesses and was an all-round baleboste and ‘good girl.’With hindsight, I was as bored as hell and to say...

Way back in the 1960s, my uncle’s business was failing badly and he had shedloads of debt. But he booked a summer holiday for his family at an Italian seaside resort.My grandmother was scandalised he should do such a thing at such a time. His reply? ‘I owe so much,...

I’m lost for words. A brilliant question and I’m lost for words! So, what would I do if I wasn’t afraid? WHAT WOULD I DO? I’d freakin’ do exactly what I’m doing now… TURNING UP AS ME THE WILD ELDER PSYCHOTHERAPIST-ALCHEMIST-GUIDE… Who is absolutely no longer afraid!...

What the hell do I write?That’s often the way I start a blog post. Feeling a bit creatively constipated. I know that’s a defence mechanism from my ‘good girl’ so as not to be contentious, outrageous or, basically, me!Tough shit, good girl… Last week’s post...

I want time off. I want to go unconscious and not be responsible for my behaviour. I want to go unconscious and to hell with the consequences.It’s all too much!I’m also fed up big time with having to deal with the world of matter. Things to be seen to like my garden...